Page 57 of Mating Mia
"It's been hard for me too," I admit, reaching back to stroke Finn's hair. "Sleeping so close to you all but not being able to do this. Not with my parents and Ash right there."
"Then we stay here more often," Kane decides, his voice carrying that note of alpha authority. "Your parents probably wouldn’t mind watching Ash for a night or two each week."
"And they love having him," Jace adds, scooting closer to run his fingers through my hair. "Your dad practically glows when he's holding him."
The thought of my father with Ash brings a smile to my face. After decades of believing his family line was lost, the joy he takes in his grandson is a beautiful thing to witness. And my mother dotes on Ash with a fierce devotion that makes up for all the years she couldn't mother me.
“You’re right,” I agree, relaxing into the embrace of my alphas. "We'll stay here more often. Visit during the day, but come back here at night."
“Thank fuck,” murmurs Finn, kissing my shoulders. “Your ass is exquisite by the way.”
I laugh softly, feeling the pleasant ache in my thoroughly used body. “I’m glad you like my ass. I like you inside it.”
“Mhm,” says Finn, his cock twitching eagerly inside my ass, and I gasp while the alphas chuckle all around me. “Might be time for round two, little omega.”
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Kane
“Where ya’ going, Kane?” Jace asks, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across Mia's bare stomach. Her skin is softer there now, the slight roundness a reminder of Ash's birth six months ago.
I pull my jeans up, watching the three of them tangled in the sheets of our bed.
Mia is lying between Finn and Jace, her skin flushed with the afterglow of our lovemaking, her dark hair spread across the pillow like silk.
My cock twitches despite being thoroughly spent; the sight of our omega sated and content stirring something primal inside me. She’s ours, claimed and marked in every way possible, but soon I want to make it official in human terms too.
“Someone has to get our son,” I remind him, buttoning my shirt with quick, efficient movements. “And her parents have had him for hours now.”
“I miss my baby,” Mia says, her voice still husky from screaming my name earlier. Her voice makes my wolf stir beneath my skin, eager to claim her again despite knowing she needs rest.
“I’ll bring him,” I promise, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. As I straighten, Finn dips his head to press his lips against the soft curve of her belly, just below her navel.
“Maybe we’ve put another pup in here,” he murmurs against her skin.
“Let me enjoy having my body back for a little while longer,” she protests, laughing, though there's a wistfulness in her eyes that betrays her. She secretly wants more children just as much as we do.
Our son wouldn't be an only child. He'd have siblings, a proper pack to grow up with. The thought makes me smile as I slip my feet into my boots.
Fatherhood.
It hit me like a freight train the moment Finn placed that squirming, red-faced bundle on Mia's chest by the waterfall. I wasn't prepared for the overwhelming surge of protectiveness that crashed through me when I first touched Ash's tiny head, when his little fist curled around my finger with surprising strength.
I’d die for that boy without hesitation. Kill for him even more readily.
The intensity of that feeling shocked me at first because I’d always assumed my deepest protective instincts were reserved for my omega.
“Don’t be too long,” Mia calls as I head for the door. “We’ll miss you.”
I glance back to see her nestled between my packmates, her eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction and fatigue.
“Rest,” I tell her, letting a hint of alpha command slip into my voice. “You’ll need your energy for when I get back.”
Her smile tells me she knows exactly what I’m promising.
The drive to the waterfall takes about forty minutes, giving me time to think. Music plays softly from the speakers. It’s a popsong that Jace programmed into my playlist, which I pretend to hate but secretly enjoy. The rhythm matches the steady beat of my heart as my thoughts drift to the small box tucked away in the glove compartment.
